Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Nigeria and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Black Flag to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Bob Dylan,
Cameo,
The Black Dice,
The J.B.'s,
Bluetip,
DNA,
Stiv Bators,
Intrusion,
Mantronix,
The Gories,
Goldenarms,
Babytalk,
Interpol,
Infiniti,
Livin' Joy,
Adolescents,
Terry Callier,
Alphaville,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jawbox,
Camberwell Now,
The Real Kids,
Fear,
The Durutti Column,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soft Cell,
Minny Pops,
The Fortunes,
T.S.O.L.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Supertramp,
Nik Kershaw,
Roger Hodgson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Radiohead,
Wasted Youth,
Barry Ungar,
The Monochrome Set,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Birthday Party,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric Copeland,
Ten City,
Skaos,
The Doors,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nas,
Connie Case,
Carl Craig,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wally Richardson,
The Evens,
Yazoo,
The Selecter,
Slick Rick,
Franke,
Tubeway Army,
Juan Atkins,
Funkadelic,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.